David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,602 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Sitting Alone On Kay's Empty Bench - Poem by David McLansky

I sit upon Kay’s empty bench
And recite Villon in ancient French;
“But where are the snows of yesteryear? ”
Absorbed in the ground with my wet tears.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 1, 2013


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